The Thing of Being

Frustration is hereditary

And depression as well

Just a few moments

In the sun

Then endless

Landscapes of grey clouds

The sun sets and the night

Starless and windy

Sets in

Party Time

I am trapped

In a corner

With a lot of introverts

Steering a the party

Like zombies

What will this be?

How was this possible

They are now starting

To observe me

Maybe the zombies

Will eat me

Before the party

Is over?

Past the Future

My time is lost

Passed out into

Nothingness and

Trivial procedures

That other finds

So very important

Feeling detached,

Feeling lost

Feeling frustrated

And castrated

Invisible

Hiding away in a sofa

A place where I

Cannot be found

The mind is still

In flight mode

Quickly thinking

And searching for

Different ways out

What will settle its

Fright

Reflection on Margins

Finding the margins

Tiny and limiting

No big adventure

In the making

What to do?

Everything, nothing or something

Just so nice to leave it all behind

Passed

The critical moment has passed

Only the spoils remains

I tried to catch the moment

Have to catch it again

Stress

When losing control

Remember

That you never had control

Just the illusion of being

In control

Dynamics

Some changes comes slowly

Surprisingly discreet

Crisis appears after that

Life is not so obvious

Underneath it deep

Movements takes place

We are just on the surface

Floating on the waves

Connect

There are many ways of being

Lost and lonely

Connection cannot be found

Easily with others

But it is always worth a try

Failing is better than not acting